PNC - $igns lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Louie Knuxx] I got a vision Of getting rich Making money Get my mother out the styx Take my sister Get my brother out that sich Take him shopping out in Brussels Taking sips [?] heavy Go designer from that Op Shop levy Flying women 'cross the crater Just for [?] Pushing europeans No more sitting in the bus stops Four wheels gripping Auburn wrapped in autumn linen Ten years out my jail cell To touring globes Getting f**ed Opening hate mail And they said I'd never be sh** Now I see more Than they ever going to peep sh** Feed my money till my belly looking bloated I see the future sugar coated [Hook: Louie Knuxx] (x4) The more faded I get The more you see these dollar signs In my eyelids (And what I'm looking at?) [Verse 2: Diaz Grimm] The more faded I get The more my mind grows It's bigger than the physical I'm seeing with my eyes closed Three eyes wide I'm on that level seven boy Visioning real life Seeing through the decoys I see dollar signs though If it help my bankroll Free-up time of work [?] so evil Money money money Greedy generation growing Can I blame them for their want? Banks be lending, so we owing So I'm stacking on my own Ask my wallet how it's going Kids asking will I I will son, owing Dollar signs for my parties Dollar signs for my true views Punch above my weight Use my Knuxx, just like Lou use First feature with an OG Better f**ing get to know me Take the whole [?] gang Because I heard the f**ing top is lonely (Yeaaaah) Just tell me where the cash is So I can afford to travel the world For answers [Hook] (x4) [Verse 3: PNC] The more faded I get The more paper making Schemes of generating Growing into generation Of dog eat dog Watch your b**hes lez And I'm taping it Dog eat dog Me and Knuxx collaborating It's god meets god Go to church Read up about us We're bad as some f**ing k**ers I'm not talking brand of flowers [?] I'm talking do anything For the money, power, respect I'm talking go at the neck To see more O's in the cheque [?] depositories Mad hoes that adore me You say you keeping it real I see mad holes in your story (Yeah) f** surviving It's go for glory or dying If you predict that I'm [?] Surprise b**h, you dead wrong Watch me bake the bread long My psyche like Karrine Steffans, headstrong Mindset is on f**ing with the Rutherfords Weather with the rhymes [?] crimes Lets get the money b**h [Outro: Louie Knuxx] (x2) Son of a b**h It's a dog's life ain't it Me and the money We have never been acquainted Six million ways you could obtain it But when you got it, then it ain't sh** I got a stick and some lint to my name I got some sh** on the low due to fame I got this rapping and my habits to support It's either that or there's a mission to abort